The world swims in your vision, but Sunshine's burning, bony fingers help steady you as you get your bearings.the world is unreal. It's a little hard to tell what is true and what isn't, as even your friend's face swims in your vision, twisting into an inhuman countenance for a moment before settling back into the familiar face of your long-time best friend, holding your unconscious form and trying to call to you. But your soul? Spirit? It feels expanded, and you see so much, even through the walls and doors.
In hindsight, she maybe should have found a place to sit first. But she can be sorry for scaring him later- right now, she can know so much. She can, most importantly, know what's behind that door, over there.
Cage sighs, dropping her bag nearby. "EVELYN. Get over here and help me clean up your mess. Martin said Morrigan's waiting for Galen to come over?" She begins peeling off her scarf.
" What?! I'm right here!" Evelyn huffs out. " Yeah she breathed in some of the smoke, started coughing pretty badly."
"Martin says she should be 'fine, probably'," Cage drawls, draping her scarf over Evelyn and handing her the deflated, rubbery body. "Hold this." She begins slowly unbuttoning her coat.
" Well, yeah. It's just a cough. Probably. Either way Galin will fix it." Evelyn responds proving herself to be a good coatrack.
Cage scoffs, peeling off her coat and revealling her barrel-like upper body. "I'm sure. How did you manage to get away scot free? Mh. And get it in quick once I have the door open, I don't want the rest of the Court annoyed with us, too." Corrie, you see a thickly muscled upper body, with no shirt beneath it... While Evelyn sees the familiar form of her long term partner in crime, and the criminal she's housing, to boot.
"Hell. Well, knowing her, it should be fine." She digs her fingers in, pulling the front of her body open...revealing a gaping brass cage with a bloodied body curled within it. Corrie, her image shudders, then she's something strange, different, inhuman, made of intricately twined brass and steel, her short, neatly-arranged hair stiff, brassy metal, and... Well, you can see that she has no organs, now, below her throat, though you don't know what's below her pants, but... her barrel-chest is all cage. Clearly that nickname is more than a joke. "Throw it in, Evelyn. Same as any biohazard."
Evelyn grunts and tosses the corpse, bag and all, into her companion's cavity. " if you get indigestion from this don't say I didn't warn you."
"Warn me all you want," Cage growls back. "You're the one who made this amount of trouble, aren't you? I'm just the clean-up crew." She pushes her hands inside her chest, resettling the weight of the dead rubbery thing so that it's balanced by the bloody mess of a man curled within the cage. "Your whiskey's in my bag." She clicks her front shut.
Evelyn crosses her arms "you know it's not my fault some faceless kid tried to murder my 'twin' and I. And I was taking care of it, but the bag ripped and our neighbors are nosy."
@Corrie Macpherson, you've been tangentally aware that someone is talking to Lee and calming him down. What you didn't expect was to be jolted back into your body by a sharp thump to your shoulder. "...don't worry, she's coming to. Ms. Macpherson, can you hear me?"
Evelyn stays silent for a while considering her next argument, then shrugs and goes for the bag " thank you for the booze "
" Well aren't you sweet?" Evelyn ask, grabbing the whiskey from the bag she gives cage a peck on the cheek and disappears into her room.
She comes back out a moment later minus the booze and heads for the door" I'm going to check up on Morrigan. " She pauses, stops and turns towards cage and sheepishly produces the woman's knife, offering it to her hilt first. " I borrowed this against the kid, sorry, I forgot."
Corrie jerks to life in the space of a moment, her eyes snapping open wide. What in the actual fucking hell was that. She's starting to get downright nostalgic for dead things, with so many things that shouldn't be alive. It's a moment before she actually processes that she's being addressed. "Yes. Yes, I hear you," she says, breathing heavily. "I'm fine. Sorry about that."
